Zerg Achilles

You jumped off the grass camel, put away the dirty poncho, and tied it to Xiao Huangmao's body. The weather didn't clear up. After a few gusts of wind, it started to rain, and the rain would only get heavier.

You should go back to him.

You didn't hesitate any longer, you walked back along the way you came, and the white rain curtain suddenly wrapped up from all directions, it blocked the sight and created a haze, the green grass became gloomy and cold, as if you broke into a nightmare phantom.

Perhaps the males are not so weak, even with your aptitude, they can adapt to the changeable weather and cold climate here.

You breathed out a breath of white air, and walked forward in silence, searching for traces of female insects. You prayed that wild camels would never reach this grassland, and no ferocious beasts would lie dormant here, but fate has never favored you.

You spot giant footprints along the way, littered with familiar pieces of cloth, bits of bone, and bits of meat.

You just paused for a moment, then calmly jumped off the grass camel to check. You measured the size of the footprints, and you were sure that the cloth came from a female, but you were not sure that those bones that seemed to be leftover were also his.

You stand still, the rain blurred your vision, dripped across your cold and indifferent face, the raindrops seeped into your clothes along your pale neck, the cold eroded your will and froze your heart.

At that moment, countless evil thoughts exploded in your head, and then slowly calmed down in your mind. You couldn't control the trembling of your fingers, and wrapped those bits and pieces with the remaining fabric and tucked them into your arms.

You are silent, tracing along the trace.

The beast that left the footprints was huge, but it might be a bit clumsy. About an hour later, you followed the traces to an extremely deep area where straw grass grew. The hooves were shaking badly.

You took its rein, and the grass camel rubbed against your shoulder, turning its head and running fast.

You turn around and slowly step into this lush straw grassland. The grass grows to the height of your shoulders, filled with a faint smell of decay. You are careful, but you inevitably step on various bones. , They were scattered and piled up on the grass roots, some became bones, some were rotting, and the sticky ones were mixed with the soil, turning into a disgusting slime.

You can't tell the direction, just follow the overwhelmed straw grass, moving towards the clear area, the grass grows deeper and deeper, and it quickly overwhelms you.

You stumble, your face and body covered in foul-smelling sludge.

The meadow is too quiet, only the low singing of insects. You guessed that the female insects were probably brought here, but you don't know...whether they are still alive.

You have always regarded yourself as calm and rational, but at this moment you are shaking so much that you can't back down. Maybe you know that what you are waiting for is death, and you don't want to violate your bottom line and principles.

You are sure that the soil has covered up your own breath, slowly groping to go deeper, the green stalks in front of you are overwhelming, growing wildly, the grass leaves cover the sun and rain, the inside is getting darker and darker, and the land is drying up.

You don’t dare to take it lightly. The grasslands that are so suitable for herbivores are empty. It’s not unusual. You don’t know how to find them, and you don’t have much experience in wild survival. But when you approach a certain direction, you confirm that you hear a small sound.

Kuntu?

Your eyes lit up, but you didn't dare to be too reckless. Instead, you carefully pushed aside the blades of grass, and slowly approached the sound source. The luxuriant thin leaves of the straw covered your eyes.

You opened the slit, and what came into your eyes was an obviously flattened grass field. In the center lay a huge beast with short, hard and thick hair, sharp claws and teeth.

maned lion.

You can't help but take a step back, you don't know the maned lion, but your instinct tells you that the big snoring guy lying there is the prey on your trip.

Its claws are about the size of your head.

Fortunately, the female you're looking for is also there. He is lying motionless on the tip of the maned lion's nose, among several shivering wild camels, pretending to be a corpse.

He saw you, and it was the rustling of grass blades that attracted him, to be precise.

The cold wind was blowing, and the female worm's fluffy hair was blown disheveled, covering most of her face. You only saw his slightly upturned lips and those dark and quiet eyes.

It took him a minute to accept the fact that you were there, then he frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

The female turned her head to look at you, and made a booing gesture to you. She was still alive. You breathed a sigh of relief, with a sullen face, watching the female struggling to move.

You stare at the maned lion, slightly bewildered.

The female had probably just regained her ability to move, and her hands and feet were still a little stiff. He turned slightly and straightened up slowly. The maned lion quietly closed its eyes, resting its head on its pillow, and its sharp canine teeth were right in front of his eyes.

It is no problem to bite off half of the female insect's body in one bite.

You moved, wanting to get closer, but suddenly felt strange, because the female was not retreating, on the contrary, she was approaching the maned lion.

Your pupils narrowed slightly, and you breathed lightly. The female's hand was incredibly gentle, as if he was smearing something on the maned lion's beautiful and sharp horn.

blue fruit.

Those light blue liquids have a good paralyzing effect, you can't guess what the female wants to do, and you can't send the signal that you are there, but your intuition makes you strongly want to interrupt the female's movements, he wants to What you do is dangerous.

But you can't go there, you can't help feeling a little anxious.

In the female's hand was a handful of shiny silver tools.

Too dangerous……

You couldn't help but want to interrupt him, but your reason tightened. You frowned deeply and remained motionless.

The female moved very carefully, the muscles on her back were also very tense, cold sweat rolled down from her forehead in large pieces, his expression was calm, and his fingers were very steady.

He slowly held the maned lion's horn, carefully cut it with a knife, and carefully blew off the saw powder. The slight barking sound lasted for 10 minutes. The female held the saw with both hands. Angle, pull it up slowly.

bald.

With a soft sound, the maned lion's snoring stopped, and he half-opened his eyelids, seeming to be asleep.

The female did not dare to make the slightest movement, and maintained the posture of holding the horn, with a solemn expression as if swearing.

The maned lion slowly closed its eyes again, the female heaved a sigh of relief, and crawled out of the maned lion's resting area with the one-horn in her arms. You can't guess what happened, and you have no time to ask Kuntu what happened.

Kuntu dragged you out of the sight and hearing range of the maned lion with his hands and feet. You were confused and had no time to ask anything.

But before you ran out of Caodianzi, you heard a heavy and angry roar.

Accompanied by tremors like earthquakes and hisses piercing the eardrums, Kuntu's face changed drastically, he turned his head, and dragged you desperately into the depths of the meadow.

You ran in a panic, and even though you wanted to speak a few times, you were coughing continuously because of the wind that poured into your mouth.

"Kuntu." You coughed and called his name.

The author has something to say:

The author has been busy in three dimensions these days_(:3」ㄥ)_

But in order to celebrate the end of the Zerg article "Research Report on the Social Environment of Zerg Planet" by my good friend, cute CP Lishi, I will add another chapter tomorrow.

Strong Amway "Bug Star", sweet fried!

By the way, there will be joint fanwai ducks at that time